
In the still of the night,
When the world's asleep,
The silver moon shines bright,
A promise it will keep.
With a gentle glow,
It illuminates the sky,
Casting shadows below,
As the night goes by.
It sings a song of love,
A serenade in the air,
A melody from above,
That says, "I'll always be there."
Its magic fills the land,
As dreams take flight,
Guiding hearts to understand,
That love will be their light.
So when the night is still,
And the silver moon is high,
Listen to its gentle thrill,
And let your heart fly.
For in its serenade,
You'll find the love you seek,
A melody that will never fade,
A promise that will never leak.
The Serenade of the Silver Moon,
A melody of love and magic,
Will guide you to your heart's boon,
And make your soul feel fantastic.



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